Chloe’s Notebook

it’s a harsh world.

[the-great-p3rhaps]

“If you are a woman, if you’re a person of colour, if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you are a person of size, if you are a person of intelligence, if you are a person of integrity, then you are considered a minority in this world. …And it’s going to be really hard to find messages of self-love and support anywhere. Especially women’s and gay men’s culture. It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You know when you look in the mirror and you think ‘oh, I’m so fat, I’m so old, I’m so ugly’, don’t you know, that’s not your authentic self? But that is billions upon billions of dollars of advertising, magazines, movies, billboards, all geared to make you feel shitty about yourself so that you will take your hard earned money and spend it at the mall on some turn-around creme that doesn’t turn around shit. When you don’t have self-esteem you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for, you will hesitate to ask for a raise, you will hesitate to call yourself an American, you will hesitate to report a rape, you will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against because of your race, your sexuality, your size, your gender. You will hesitate to vote, you will hesitate to dream. For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution and our revolution is long overdue.”

— Margaret Cho (via goldentulips)

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The Story of Romeo and Juliet Condensed Into a Single GIF

[gospel-art-project]

“There is a love that always finds me. His name is love.”

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Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving

[lopojo]

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the autobiography of how i love

I’m 14 years old and typically

the youngest person in a room

I didn’t mean to find myself in.

My favorite color is blue like

the shade of brand new Levi’s.

Or the Microsoft Word icon

on my desktop computer.

I like watching the Food Network

while I eat buttered Top Ramen.

And sometimes I criticize

Hell’s Kitchen contestants

as I stuff my face with hot fries.

I’m an ENFP on the Myers-Briggs scale.

I only took the test so I could be

a part of the conversation-- but for

a long time I didn’t even know what it meant.

Apparently, it makes me an extrovert.

An intuitive masterpiece.

An emotional trainwreck.

A personification of beach days.

I’m a 7 on the Enneagram.

An adventurer. I’m the reason

God had to write “Love is

patient.” I’m the blue lights

behind you when you know

you’re speeding. The overtime

of the basketball game. The half

full glass. The drop in your

stomach on the ride at the fair.

And sometimes, when I feel my

riskiest, I’m the compliment

to someone who you know doesn’t

love you back.

I feel like I might take up too

much space to be so small.

People say they can never

get a word in edgewise. But

it’s only because of my fear of

pessimism. I’m an adrenaline

junkie so maybe that’s why I fall

in love with people who make

me sad. It’s like the half emptiness

is terrifying; like the feeling is a rush

down a rollercoaster. The fear

of realism is like a jump to the

ocean from the side of a cliff.

I’m an optimist who likes to take

risks and the scariest thing I’ve

ever done is be sad.

But I love you.

So here I am

with arms wide enough to hold

all your burdens. I like to

travel light so there is room

for other people’s baggage.

I know we could do this thing

even though it drives you crazy

that I fight for all the wrong reasons

and fly by the seat of my pants.

Even though there are no snacks

in my house because I ate all the

noodles and left the chips to get stale.

Even though I can’t cook like your

mama. Even though I will go to church

but curse when I bump my hip on

the kitchen counter.

I know I’m a loudmouth.

I know I mistake fear for

adrenaline. I know everything is

messy except my heart. I know

your ex girlfriend calls me

stuck up. But I also know I’m not

as hard to love as it may seem.

I know who I am and it’s not a

doormat. It’s not a trash bag to

fill up and leave on the road. Wipe

your dirt all over my plain white shirt

and I’ll just do my laundry.

It’s okay to leave it all right here

between my arms and my chest.

Don’t mistake the facts for the

truth. Yes, I am. Clumsy.

Reckless. But I care more about

your heart than these skinned up

knees. If you are ever lost.

If you ever need a manual for how

you are meant to change the oil

in life’s engine we call the heart.

Read this poem and you’ll

find an autobiography of who

I became when I began to love you.

I am little. But I’m never meant to

feel small for loving largely.

[cleastrnge]

“Captain Marvel should smile more” “she looks so serious all the time” “she should smile more” “she’ll look better with a smile”

BRIE LARSON SNAPPED

[diandrahollman-deactivated20211]

My God, did some clueless asshole actually say that?

[sabrecmc]

This is hilarious

[melleverdeen]

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awareness

The first poem I showed my mother

that wasn’t angst-ridden was titled

with your name. “How very anti-femme

of you,” she said with a knowing smile,

“handing over your angry poet facade

to the pretty hazel eyes. This is climactic.”

Your eyes are green, mind you. Sometimes

grey if you wear a color dark enough or if

the soft curls that frame your dewed skin

shadow the simple orbs above your cheeks.

I told her that, don’t worry. How is she to know

how I fell in love so deeply if she doesn’t

know how simply it was done. How gently

my heart moved from beneath bone to your

mama’s kitchen table. I want to write you a

poem about how your gentleness placed me

on the table without making me feel like

a snack or meal or half empty beer bottle.

I want to write this to make the world aware

of everything about you that consumes me.

Metaphors and marrow. Brains and bone.

Sweat and skin and softly spoken words.

I love the way you turn every memory

into a film montage. Cut to: the next moment

I am infatuated with because your face is

embedded in it. If your eyes aren’t enough to

daydream about. If your curls aren’t enough

to use as rope to climb to the top of the world with.

I melt into the awareness of your words. Your lips.

Your lips. Your lips. Your lips. Kindness leaves

your lips, curls around my heart like bubblegum

around the index finger, and finds its home in

your hands. Your hands. Your hands. Your hands.

They stretch like a fitted sheet. Get a grasp on the

space I rest in so they can be found in my dreams.

They don’t get too close to the faces of women.

They don’t contort themselves into offense.

They are are only used to embrace. They are

only used to brace the hearts that fall in love

with you with such ease. The thing I’m trying

to make aware to the world is that it’s so

much easier to love you than the universe

makes it out to be. There is nothing difficult

about waking up everyday to choose you.

To choose the dashboard turned drum set.

To choose the collection of odd numbers.

To choose putting a spotlight on the very pressing

issue that haunts too many today. You are

never unloved. Just not loved the way you

deserve. Until now. When I title this poem

with your name.

[st4rm41d]

bro, dont worry about it, just fall in love with me, itll be epic

[voiceofcolor]

[doubleclutch]

Throwback Thursday.

“The Shot”

6.14.98

[playingthegameoflife-deactivate]

Catch These Hands! with your hands. we’re holding hands now. this is nice

[mercuryvibes]

Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.

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reminiscence of planet earth and the best human being

the earth reminds me of you. like how there are mountains and valleys in your mind. mountains that are sometimes at an all time high with love and passion, and once in a while come crashing down in one huge landslide. other times your mind is more like a valley. it stoops low and flat in some areas where your thoughts carry you to deep places far off from the mountainous highs. or how the nations and their people leave a lasting impression on the earth with their ideals and philosophies just like your thoughts. these thoughts are sometimes exciting and sometimes scarring. clouding your conscience and yet sometimes opening it up to new things. this is what your mind is for. to experience lows and highs. knowledge and misunderstanding. we all experience these things. it’s human.

the seas are your soul with rushing waves of passion and calm tides of love. sometimes your spirit feels empty and vast on the outside but it’s screaming its life underneath, not to be seen with a naked eye. your soul is an ocean of wonder and it’s secretly building itself up to be an expanse of liberation and freedom. there will be sharks in your soul that will try to destroy your progress. sharks that come in the form of doubt and depression and anxious confusion. but you’ll still be breathing. your heart will still be beating.

darling the sky is your body with streaky cloud-like scars and condensed water ready to let itself free in raindrops of tears or sweat or blood. the tears will come with a stinging pain in your heart and eyes. the sweat will come with so much work and dedication. the blood will come with wounds and fight. it’s not going to be easy to let the raindrops fall. but it will be worth it when change happens.

and the change will be beautiful. and difficult. you will have to let go of that one person that you want to work things out with so bad. you will also find new people that empower you. you will have to stop doing the things that you always should’ve stopped doing. no more things to put you in harms way. only healing and restoration. and healing is certainly a process. there are a lot of painful steps taken in order to achieve your destination. but the destination is lovely.

it looks like finally having a healthy mind that heals from the damages done. you learn more and you love more. your prayers will be strong enough to bring an entire nation of doubts to its knees and your love will be a world power. your mind will be a military force. you will change the universe.

and finally those waves of passion in your soul, instead of knocking you down as most waves do, will pick you up and help carry you to the accomplishment of your dreams. and when it’s hard to surf the waves, your soul will grant you that calm tide of love that may be as simple as a cup of coffee or a long hug. and these things will work together to help you fight the sharks or maybe change them. from fear to freedom. from depression to joy. from grief to comfort. and those sharks will fight on your behalf instead.

and i promise you will not stay cloudy forever. eventually you will see a sunny day. the raindrops won’t fall as much. your tears will fall out of laughter. all the sweat from your hard work and dedication will pay off and you will find yourself exactly where you want to be. your bleeding wounds will heal and may leave a scar to remind you that you’re at a better place. and finally when it rains, it won’t pour. because you’ll know exactly how to make the sun shine.

[lostinhistorypics]

Woman in the 1930’s going through an attitude adjustment program

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who else wants to die immediately after seeing this 

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who else thinks we aint come that far since the 1930s

[visionsandvistas]

Streets of Positano